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Under the bright sunshine, a young man with yellow hair sat on the edge of the water, a stone man, holding a fishing rod in one hand, seeming to be reminiscing about something. Suddenly there was a voice from behind, a white figure, as small as an elf, with big eyes open and waving happily. "It's time to set off. Our first stop is Mondstadt, a free city led by God who believes in freedom!" The boy put down his fishing rod and caught up with her with a smile. The young man looked back, feeling something familiar yet strange. He has seen it, but has never experienced it personally; He had experienced it, but he had never seen it with his own eyes. "The hourglass of time deposits the inescapable past, and the hands of memory always pick up those bright sorrows." "Those familiar wings cut through painful memories, and yesterday's tears stirred up ripples in my heart." He talked to him, turned around and embarked on his journey